I’ve been here many times before, and I hope I’ll return many times later because Yosemite has a very special place in my heart. We were first introduced through my father’s photos of a misty barren mountain top and a grinning father of seven in shorts and a T-shirt. Clothes more suited to this cloudless weekend in August I think.
Driving the truck that Lucky Joe (last seen hitching a ride out of Manning Park after completing the PCT last year) leant us, Tania, Caitlin (ex-PCTer too) and I headed east to Yosemite Valley. We even managed to score a campsite in the valley itself which I’ve never done before. The three of us walked up the route I’ve done with Dad a few times. We got to the saddle before the steep steps to Half Dome’s cables before turning back and taking a dip in the Merced River in Little Yosemite Valley. On the way down I stopped to talk to a guy wearing an interesting shirt. On the back it read “twice the age, half the time”, he was the father of a duo just completing the John Muir Trail which at 230ish miles is the only long distance trail I think I’ll ever walk again.
The wildlife was pretty active, Tania has fallen in love with squirrels, but there were no bears to be seen. Plenty of people though, and this morning at Glacier Point we could have been back at Fuji except the Japanese tourists here were noisy, yelling something like “heeeeey yaaa!” in to the 3000ft valley below.
Tonight has been a good dose of American culture hanging out with Caitlin’s family and watching the Olympics. We ate homemade hamburgers and homemade apple cobbler (a.k.a. apple crumble) and cheered through diving, swimming and gymnastics.